by Gabi Moore
“We’ve taken it around the inner sea, but nowhere far. I doubt it could get you in one piece to America. What did you have in mind?”
“Not sure, honestly,” he said. “I was just trying to figure out our options. There are a number of places we could go, but it would be difficult pretty much regardless of the destination. The primary concern I have is that I’m not sure how they tracked us to Bastion.”
I nodded, understanding his concern.
“I was thinking about that myself. They could have tracked me when I left the harbor.”
I bit my lip, thinking about the possibilities.
Just the thought that someone might have been there while I wasn’t looking, huddling behind some kind of crate or leaning up against some darkened corner. I had gotten more involved in this world of intrigue and disaster, but the idea that there were still so many people who had so much more investment and skills in the arts of deception — that made me shiver on the inside.
“I’m not sure I want skills like that…” I thought out loud.
“What’s that?” he asked, interested in what I was saying, and fully attentive.
I backed off, feeling undeserving of such attention. Some part inside of me was shying away from being aware of what had transpired between the two of us. Some childish, bullshit, infantile fantasy where I wasn’t good enough to be cared for — low self esteem will get you, and when it does, all you can do is remove yourself from the situation, and hope for the best.
“Look,” I said, trying to get a hold of myself. “My mind’s doing a lot right now, and I need a minute to clear my head before we get on this topic.”
He nodded, closing his eyes slightly. “Take your time, I’ll brainstorm a few of our options.”
With that, I headed out to the edge of the boat, wrapping my naked body in the worn blankets that we had slept under the night before. The wind was cool on my skin, but the blankets kept my core temperature where it needed to be.
Tears came down from my face, and were whipped dry by the short bursts of air that were brought up from the waves below. We had been moving at a slow pace throughout the evening - practically a crawl, and straight into the sea. Looking around, I couldn’t see any land. I wasn’t bothered though — there was no reason to be. We could turn any direction and it land within a day or so if we simply committed to a direction and moved that way. I thought for a moment, I’d be able to think of something. Rome.
I laughed to myself.
“We could always go to Rome,” I muttered.
There were reasons to go there, certainly, but at this point, every mental pathway I walked down ended up taking me right back to the exact place I didn’t want to be.
When I turned around to see what Tyler was doing, I saw that he was meticulously checking the cabin and the outside for something.
“What are you looking for?” I asked, after watching him for a moment. He didn’t reply at first, and instead continued in his work. Satisfied not to interrupt, and just watch him work, I sat and stared at him while he made a complete round of the boat. When he came up empty in his search, I looked at him expectantly.
“So, what did you find?”
“Nothing,” he said, shaking his head bitterly, looking down at me.
I could tell he was frustrated, but there was something else happening in his eyes.
“Are you checking me out?” I asked, hardly believing what I was seeing.
He smiled in response.
“I like your outfit is all,” he said dismissively.
He could see my breasts between the covers of the sheets, and didn’t bother to hide the fact that his eyes were looking down at me, along the length of my entire body.
I snapped at him, trying to get his attention back to the task at hand. Not because I didn’t like being checked out, but because I was really curious about what he was doing on my dad’s ship.
“I was checking the ship for some kind of tracking device,” he said, his eyes scanning the surface of the ship now. “I’ve looked everywhere possible. Everywhere except for the hull underneath. I could dive in, but we’d have to stop the ship for a while, and that would take some time. Did you see anyone follow you while you left the dock?”
I shook my head.
“I thought about that too,” I said. “Hard to believe that someone could have been there and watched me without my knowledge. I don’t mean to be arrogant. It’s not that I don’t believe someone couldn’t sneak up on me. I’m not a spy or anything like that. I just didn’t expect that I’d ever be involved in something as devious as this.”
My fists clenched up at my sides, an unconscious expression of my anger. He noticed my fists curling around, and my nails digging into my side. Making a decision to let me be, he opted to relax instead of me. Another point of respect for the man. By my own will, and through a moment of lost patience, my fingers released their hold on my side.
There may be blood there, now, I thought to myself, my awareness coming back into my body. I took a deep breath and let my shoulders fall down, attempting to physically relax my body once more.
“They took something from you,” he said, “and that’s not something that you’re ever going to get back, but there was a lot more of that man that they will never be able to take from you. My suggestion would be to focus on that, and think about how you and I can find someplace safe to go.”
After he spoke, he moved closer to me and held my hand in his. He brought me close to his body, and we hugged one another. My body tensed in the reminder of the pleasures we had shared the night before. I allowed myself to relax and fall into him. I opened my blanket, and brought him close to my body so that he could touch my skin with his hands. He was warm against my cool skin, and I was grateful for his touch.
“All it takes to get a person locked inside of your head is for them to be there once when you really need them,” I said, kissing his shoulder with my lips.
The comment was more of a reflection of me than it was anything else. I knew well enough the effects of trauma on intimate relationships. Likely this was a temporary thing, but for what it was, I felt like it was good. He held me, by pressing his arms around me, and grinding his hips up against mine. He didn’t make any move to fuck me, though, at that point, I wouldn’t necessarily have turned him away; in fact, I wouldn’t have dreamed of doing that. Instead, he leaned in toward me and held his hands out on either side of my chin. Directing my face toward his, he asked me again to think carefully about the future.
“I’ll help you as much as I can,” he said, “and you don’t have to stay with me any longer than you like. I just think that for now, you might benefit from having me around. I think that I should hang out with you a while — at least until you are safe. Now think. Is there a place you could go? Is there anywhere you can go where they might not catch you?”
I shook my head. “I’ve been almost exclusively affiliated with Maurice for years now. It wasn’t always like this, but he showed me a world that was so much bigger than what I had imagined before. I let go of all of my previous relationships — well, almost all of them.”
My hand went instinctively toward the left side of my hair. I had still kept it, in spite of the wild love of the night before, was a hairpin gifted to me by Angela. The pin was of her own design and came complete with the best wishes that she could offer me. My fingers touched the small artifact, and I treasured it for a moment, as I treasured Angela. Of course, it was a little techie thing, but it was homemade, and that counted more than anything else. She had given me jewelry and a cell phone. Just hold onto these for me, she had said. This one is for good luck, and this one is for business.
I took a deep breath and let go of my memories.
“We don’t have many other choices,” I concluded. “I think our best bet would be to go to Rome. When my father first sent you to me, he told you that I had the ability to help you get out of the country.”
He nodded in acknowledgment and look
ed at me with intense eyes. I knew that I had his attention. I reached forward and placed my hand on his chest. The movement was impulsive and unabashedly instinctual. I let out another sigh and then resolved myself to the future that we had to face.
“I handled international business for Maurice through a third party contact,” I said. “This was a person who operated on a regular basis outside of the confines of the organization, though he did have regular contact with me. He and I got together once, though we never made anything of it. He was far too busy with his other mistresses to spend any quality time with me as a person. That was years ago. Beyond that time period, I’ve had a few incidental contact type situations with him, but mostly everything has been business related. The reason my dad knows about the experience at all is because I had to borrow a boat once to get to Rome overnight; not unlike what we’re doing now, except that those were very different, and less dire circumstances.”
“I’ll chart our course to Rome then,” he replied.
I laughed.
“You’ll chart our course,” I said, mocking him. “I didn’t know you were a sailor.”
“I’m not a sailor,” he replied. “I’m a SEAL.”
I raised my eyebrow at him and then patted him on the ass for fun.
“Well, that explains why last night was so good. You have a lot more stamina than the average Army Boy; I can tell you that much.”
“Glad you approve,” he grinned. “You weren’t so bad yourself.”
“Once we get there,” I started to say, offering to explain how we might go about the process of navigating the politics required to secure our forged documents — but I was cut off by his motion toward me.
He looked at me with a smile and his eyes, and I knew what he was looking for.
I smiled and licked my lips.
Chapter 19 – Piper
My hand reached forward toward his cock. I paused and then walked away from him slightly. I bent over the rail of the ship so that he could take a good look at my ass. He came over to approach me, and I was able to show him my shoulders and my lips.
My eyes were focused on seduction, and my lips unconsciously ached to have his cock inside of my mouth. When I started this whole seduction process only moments ago, I was thinking about how much I wanted him to want me. Now, with his hand on my breast, and my hand on his cock, all I think about was how much I wanted him.
I moved back-and-forth along his legs with the weight of my hand, just so I could get a sense of where he stood in context to where I stood. I backed off, but only so that he could have access to my breasts. I want to see him work for it. I wanted to see him move into me like I was the only person that he cared about.
They say that sex and love are selfish and altruistic, and as I lay down there kneeling in front of him on the deck of the ship, I could tell that the issue was more complex than egotism in contrast to altruism. There were full ranges of emotion and desire that had to be taken into consideration. Some of the desires seemed to balk when you looked at him in any other light than the fact that they simply existed, and you ought to respect them.
I made the first contact with his cock while bent over in front of him. The first touch was no more than a lick, the second I brought them into my mouth, and third, I pushed my lips three-fourths of the way down the length of the shaft. He was so willing and peacefully receptive. Though I was taking him inside of me, it was clear that he was the passive one in that moment. I appreciated his flexibility in the matter.
I used my nails to scratch gently at the base of the shaft, holding onto the top of his shaft with my hand. I found that when I scratched gently at his testicles, he grew incredibly hard. I loved driving in wild like that. While I scratched him with my nails gently, I would break up scratching motion with the firm lick from my mouth. I wanted him to feel hot, wet, and secure. Then I want him to feel tense and full of agitated desire.
Giving a blowjob is not unlike casting a spell. I put my hands together in prayer position and worked up and down his huge cock. On my hands to send it on the shaft, my tongue moved in forward and when they rose up, my mouth came off of his head. I moved my hands to either side accentuating the motion with my wrists and my elbows so that I twisted his cock while I sucked it. He was totally and completely engorged. Even the most sensitive movements of my tongue on the tip of his dick brought a gasp of pleasure from his face.
He looks so beautiful. The tip of his cock, and about halfway down the shaft was red with blood flow. He was smooth, and he tasted wonderful. I want him to know how dedicated I was taken, so I gave him my head. I bounced on the length of his cock, rubbing it and twisting it with the hand well totally enjoying myself.
One of the most enjoyable things was playing around with a sense of pressure. I formed my fingers into an O-ring and pressed down on the head of his cock. All the while, I was scratching and petting pulling at his testicles. I was squatted in front of him, and he was leaning back on the central cabin of the boat. His back kept sliding down, because while I was sucking him off, he had very little control over his emotions. I wanted him to know what it felt like to give himself to me entirely, but this time, I wanted to be the one who is initiating.
I pushed down on his cock until the tip of his penis pressed up against the back of my throat. I wanted him to get a sense of exactly how far down he could go inside of me before I had to push and open to accommodate him.
The head of his cock was so tense. I pressed it on my lips, and then give him a break, only stroking him with my fingers, while my head traveled down lower between his legs to suck on his testicles. I focused on one testicle at a time and then moved forward again with a little bit of wrist action. I smiled while I sucked him off. I was like a woman with a toy, and all of the seriousness of the experience was gone.
"I'm just going to enjoy myself," I said smiling.
He reached forward and played with my tits, while I pressed on the head of his cock. I was giving him a pretty consistent hand job, interrupted only by periodically bringing his cock into my mouth. This whole time, I hadn't even flashed him my cunt.
That had to change.
Spreading my legs in front of him, guided his cock towards my vagina. He entered me, as I stared up at him. I looked so eager, and it's because I was. I spread my vulva for him, and he was able to see exactly how ready I was for his cock. I was wet, and we didn't need any lubrication to get going. He was fucking me on his knees, and I was on my hands and feet, pumping my body in towards him.
Sometimes, while making love, I feel the need to look my partner deep into the eyes, and connect with their soul. Other times I want nothing more than to objectify them, and pursue my own personal pleasure. I can't say that this time was anymore one than the other, as I shifted my focus freely between turning Tyler into a piece of meat for my satisfaction, and smiling up at him, appreciating the fact that the two of us were able to share this together.
"Oh," I moaned. "rub my clit while you fuck me? Yeah, you gonna fuck me like that, you gonna let me take your cock?"
I had given up on holding myself up with my hands and chose instead to lay back on the deck while Tyler fucked me. As he pushed his cock and me, my tits moved around in a circular motion. Felt like I was a battery, getting charged by his penis. The sexual charge was incredible, and I could feel it buzzing at the length of my spine. I licked my lips and held his hand when he reached out to grab my breast.
His cock was inside of me, but I wanted more.
I pulled his finger in towards my mouth and realized that I needed to have his cock inside of my mouth again. I pushed him off of me and got down in front of him as he stood up. I wanted to taste my juices on his cock. There is nothing more erotic than tasting my own cunt on the body of a man like Tyler. I felt like it was a mark. I felt like I had claimed him, and that the pleasure of taking my own taste into my mouth was a psychological reaffirmation of the fact that he was mine.
I wove my fingers together so that I could tra
p and press down on the length of his cock. With greater speed than ever before, I pulled and pressed down on his cock, following each stroke with an open mouth, and an eager heart. I smiled at him and gave him all of the fury of my affection.
Next, Tyler lay on the ground, smiling at me.
"You like it when I take charge?" I asked.
He only smiled in response.
I knew that he liked seeing me like this. Most men don't want to be dominant all the time; at least the well-developed ones don't want to be dominant all the time. A good man wants to know that his partner is his equal in every respect. Anyone who tells you otherwise is lying.
I could've started fucking him again right there. Instead, I brought him close to my vagina and began rubbing the head of his cock on the inside of my slit. I press the head of his cock up against my clit, and then pushed him back down again. Each time he pressed into me, he almost entered me. The tension was delicious.
Eventually, it was more than I could handle myself, and that's when I decided to take him inside of me again. This time, on my hands and knees once more, my motion was up and down on the length of his cock. I had a free hand available to spread my cunt so that he could see what he was getting into. I pinched my tit, and grit my teeth well he reached his hand out to push my clit against his thumb.
"That a boy," I encouraged, my teeth clenched in pleasure.
I leaned up on them so that I can balance on his thigh. I became intensely fascinated with my labia, and how they would wrap around his shaft. I looked down at the way the two of us came together well he stroked my hair. I liked watching him disappear inside of me. There was a visual appeal to the fact that I knew I was taking part of such a powerful man, and bring them inside of my body again and again.
If I had been a whore, I would've been great at my job. Fortunately for a man like Tyler, I wasn't a whore - even though I had all of the skills of a woman who knows her way around the sexual field. Fortunately for me, I knew how to serve a man, while ultimately serving myself.
